Yesterday, Andy was especially cagey avoiding capture for his medicine. Then, when he did get captured, he resisted. I warned him about what was to come!
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“Where’s that kitty??” I just didn’t know. (As far as Andy was concerned, at least, and you know from yesterday he thinks he’s hiding under the bed even though his tail’s hanging out in plain sight!)
Hee! Hee! Now all I have to do is wait till he gets tired watching me, then the cat is mine!
I caught him, but Andy put up a lot of resistance. “I’ll have to make you into a kitty burrito if you don’t settle down, Andy. Be a good boy!
Yes. Kitty burrito time for Andy! He was not happy, but he got his medicine…and his “good boy” treat, though he knew and I knew he hadn’t been a good boy!
Other than at medicine time, do they enjoy being picked up?
They like limited hold times, though Andy likes being held more than Dougy since he has more experience with it, I suppose. Dougy’s letting me hold him for longer periods of time now, but nowhere as long as Andy lets me.
It’s funny how some are cuddlier than others. My parents had a cat who hated to be held, but would sit on my dad’s lap for hours
I’d settle for that! I think Andy might eventually be a lap kitty.
They’re particularly useful in cold weather. 🙂
I live in a cold place. Maybe the kitty boys will see the benefit of my warm lap, too!
The dreaded towel…Willow sometimes needs that too.
I thought we were through with that, but Andy had a bad attitude day that day.
Andy had a bad attitude day that day.
dood…watch out coz yur dadz prob a blee got sum new trix up hiz sleeve now bout given ya yur medisin……ya noe 🙂 ♥♥♥
We have a game going where he figures out how I caught him before, and changes his strategy. Andy is much too clever!
Love the kitty burrito but I don’t get how you do it by yourself. I can’t get even the most tame of mine wrapped by myself; but then hands no work so good. ~~dru~~
It is a trick. I hold him on his abdomen, balancing him in one hand, them drape the towel over him. It takes some gymnastics to get the towel wrapped firmly around him because he’s trying to free himself for the whole process, but I manage! Of course, once I have him mostly draped in the towel, I can use two hands to complete the job.
Then it starts all over again tomorrow. He does make a cute burrito.
It calms him down, much like swaddling a human baby. Yeah, I think he’s cute that way, too!
I understand what it feels like to have to take medicine. Some days I’d like to hide myself.
Me, too, though most of my medicines these days are vitamins specifically needed by dialysis patients to replace those lost to that process. Most are OK, but there always is that one nasty-tasting one!
I get infusion meds. Every three weeks.
The current preferred treatment fort my disease is a monthly infusion. When I was diagnosed in December 2003, the preferred treatment was chemotherapy in pill form. (It isn’t cancer that I have, but, since it is one of those orphan diseases, doctors used what worked best at the time since there were no drugs then that were developed and approved specifically for WG.)
That is why they call it practicing … I had never heard of it and it took me awhile to sort it out. I am glad for your sake that there are things that can help.
Me too since the disease is very serious if not treated!
Yes, as with cancer. I will have to be vigilant forever.
Exactly. I have the benefit of seeing medical professionals three times a week. They do a series of check ups, ask questions about changes from the last time, and, during the month, take a blood sample for analysis of those factors affected by dialysis. In addition, a doctor and PA come around during the month to review the blood analysis and other concerns. A dietician and a social worker also come around. Fortunately, my generally positive attitude and stabilized condition make my visit with the social worker pleasant since I don’t insurmountable or difficult problems like some people on dialysis. The dietician is an old neighbor and friend, so we catch up on the neighborhood and her kids after a review of my blood results and how diet affects them. Now, my main concern is the vague symptoms of WG, which can be similar to many ordinary diseases like flu, for example, or rheumatism.
It is good that you can depend on people to help.
I do feel blessed!
Kitty burritos are always cute.
I have to agree with you, Jeanne!
You may have given him his medicine. But you got THE LOOK in return!
And how! He resisted quite a bit and does have claws, of course, since I regard declawing as barbaric. Little did that save me from his ire! LOL! And, of course, the withering “The Look” ripped flesh off my bones.
😀 I bet that very secretely he loves his medicine and just enjoys to keep you busy and excercised.
He does make a cute burrito though 😉
Hee! Hee! He IS a rascal! And I agree on the kitty burrito comment, too!
he he he… 🙂 I loved this, I can make the same for my Princess. I am glad the operation went well, but be sure, will be thinking to make another plan for next time 🙂 Thank you, Have a nice day, Love to you All, nia
Yes, next time will require new tactics. He rarely lets me get away using the same one twice since he is a smart little guy!